Dark Future Meme

[notyourchauffeur]

Ten years later, humanity and the synthetic life on the station are at odds
Hypatia has inducted as many citizens of Sacrosanct into a private military and launched
an all-out war against organic life and the people of Asphodel.
Some were kept on the station as captives, some escaped down planet-side
to become part of the resistance, and countless others were re-purposed into
Hypatia's willing slaves.

Now, tensions are at a peak and both sides are preparing for a throwdown. Skirmishes break out on the station and planet. Many of Hypatia's prisoners have been freed, but many more have fallen to the clutches of reprogramming.

Where will you be?


How this works:
-If you are synthetic or part-synthetic, OR if you have special armor (Looking at you, Spartans, Troncast, EVERY ROBOT EVER) you are a target for re-purpose.
You can still have escaped down to the planet, but she'll be after you. Going to the station is dangerous, once you enter her wide-area-network you are at risk of being hacked

-If you are fully organic, you are either dead, kept prisoner and made to work on the station, or part of the resistance on Asphodel.

-Anything in-between? You decide. Be creative with this.

-Fill out the form below to give us an idea of what your character is up to, what happened to them etc. Thread with each other! RP it out!

-Also, bring in your extra journals! There won't be the same people on the station ten years from now! If you're planning to app someone, or just have something interesting lying around, toss them in!

<B>Name:</B> (Derp or Derpina.) <B>Current location:</B> (Where are they? Sacrosanct? Asphodel?) <B>Current Physical Appearance:</B> (What do they look like now? ) <B>Summary:</B> (Tell us the story. How did they get to this point? What happened to them? What are they like?

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[notyourchauffeur]

Oh. It is him.

The armored man lowers his head. He is awash with sudden memory. These times- he hates it. The way it all replays like a film in his eyes.

"Michael."

Perhaps it's just one's imagination, or perhaps there is a tone of grief there.

He doesn't want to unmask himself. That is exposing a weakness. But...

He kneels. Like some cautious animal approaching, metal fingers touch Altman's face, quickly retracting.

"Michael."

He repeats like a skipping record.

[reunified]

"Stop it," he whispers fiercely, flinching away from every touch, from the sound of his own name.

"Stop it. You're not supposed to be here. Go away. Leave me alone."

He's anxious now, and there are voices whispering in the corners that the intruder doesn't seem to acknowledge. Someone standing just out of view, out of the tiny bubble of light. Ada. Or maybe it's just Clarke. Whoever it is, he doesn't have time for them now.

Altman tries to edge away, frightened by the slight hint of familiarity. Everyone he knows is dead or gone--just another hallucination.

"You're not real. Go away."

[notyourchauffeur]

There's a distinct pause at the 'not real' comment.

He stills, crouched, watching Altman like a wary cat. Until he reaches out and baps the man harmlessly in the face. Not enough for damage really. But enough to make his point.

"Do not be a fool."

With that, he stands and takes the man with him, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and dragging him roughly along.

"Show me."

Well. Two birds with one stone. He's found a memory and he'll be able to escape the tunnels.

[reunified]

The bap startles Altman into stillness, and then fear keeps him compliant as he's hauled along. At least until the other says 'Show me.'

"No. No you're not supposed to see," he protests weakly, digging his heels in. It doesn't do much to slow their progress.

He assumes the not-stranger is after the Marker--that's what everyone wants, isn't it?--and the tunnel walls here are dark with Altman's scrawlings. What he wants to hide. Altman grabs at his aggressors arm, trying to dislodge him, slow him, anything.

"Skyfire, please."

[notyourchauffeur]

He's jerked roughly into the wall, enough to jar him out of further protest- Jetfire hopes.

"Jetfire," He corrects, annoyed. That name holds too much weakness for him. From what he can remember. The snippets. He remembers this face. He remembers so much happiness there. Remembers his name...

"Show me. The exit."

His voice is still a garbled, mechanical snarl, and he holds Altman up like a ragdoll as he points down the tunnel.

Well. He has to get out somehow.

There's only a pause as the silence settles.

"NOW."